Chugging Along

500 words thus far, and still working. Ana is home for observation--she has flat round red spots--and it's unlikely that it's chicken pox, though I won't rule it out completely like the nurse did on the phone. "Oh, she's had the immunization, she can't have chicken pox." Like immunizations work 100% of the time, right? But it is unlikely, so I just need to see if the spots become lesions or if she develops a fever. If nothing big occurs, she can go back to school tomorrow. Must finish the next 500 words now! I'm getting hungry for lunch! I'm thankful for this song, it's keeping me going today:

You've come this far
It's just a little further from where you are
Another hour, another mile, one more year
It might be easier to let yourself disappear.
Always on the outside
And all eyes turn away
All eyes turn away.
It's fragile work to keep your dream
But the older that we get the farther they seem
Don't give up, don't give out, don't give in
You've come this far, does it matter if they never let you in
Always on the outside
And all eyes turn away
All eyes turn away.
You've come this far
Another hour, another mile, one more year
Your older self may whisper in your ear
The effort is illusion
But later hold you in their arms with the gratitude
Of a person who lived without regret.
Always on the outside
And all eyes turn away
All eyes turn away.

Yay!

I didn't even know there was such a class--or that I could get it. I usually play either a rogue or a spellcaster (often enchanter/illusionist), and looky what I got!

( Quiz Results )

*dances about*

In other news: Ana went to doctor. Doctor say hives. Ana go to school tomorrow much to Ana dismay. Tonight mama make grilled cheese and tomato soup, Ana favorite. There be much rejoicing.

*casts spells, pickpockets, backstabs, cast spells*

And When Raven Realizes She Forgot ...

*kicks things* I forgot tonight Neil Gaiman is in town. Bloody hell. It wouldn't matter. Ana's not been feeling well and I look terrible, but still ... Neil Gaiman. Tonight only. *heavy sigh*

EDIT: I told Ana that we could try to see one movie in the theatre a month together now that we're moving and not all of our money goes straight into rent. She said she wants October's movie to be this. It comes out in a few days at the Varsity. *grins*

In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
And you, you were acting like
it was the end of the world.

Catching Up

I'm catching up to my writing quota. Since the meeting on the 21st, I should have 9000 words added to the story. I just did a tally of how much I've actually worked on what days, and the total is 6183 from five days of actual work (out of nine I should have been working). Not bad over all, I'm starting to actually work, although tomorrow is a day I need to get up to WorkFirst, and I usually write in the mornings after coming home from Ana's school, or in the evenings after I've put her to bed. Murr. I'll find the time, but I've also got to clean up this place, make phone calls, and pack when I get back from Aurora. La.